The Scarlet Hills

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Title:     The Scarlet Hills
Author: Gilbert Parker [More Titles by Parker]

Brothers, we go to the Scarlet Hills--
(Little gold sun, come out of the dawn.)
There we will meet in the cedar groves--
(Shining white dew, come down.)
There is a bed where you sleep so sound,
The little good folk of the Hills will guard,
Till the morning wakes and your love comes home--
(Fly away, heart, to the Scarlet Hills.)

[The end]
Gilbert Parker's poem: Scarlet Hills

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